Tim nodded at him. "That's true. This is my room." He pointed at a door to their left. "Need me to open it I forgot to tell you it's a little bit messy. I do a better job at keeping my room at the manor clean than this one."

Tim reached in to turn the light on. Owls. Lots of owls everywhere. The sheets, duvet, and pillowcases all had barn owls on them. The shelf directly over the bed had various plush owls and a ceramic one. The floor surrounding the bookcase, desk, and entertainment stand were all piled up with dirty clothes, books, boxes of files, and note books. The desk had Tim's desktop computer, a land line phone, and more owl plush. In the far corner there was also a small pile of various empty food containers.

Conner couldn't help but make eye contact with the owl with the largest eyes on the shelf above the bed. He didn't move while Tim was talking, didn't even register it. "Creepy" he mumbled, shaking his head to try and rid himself of the feeling of large cold eyes on him.

Conner's brow furrowed as he continued his silent battle of will with the stuffed animal. But its gaze was just to powerful for him not to be completely skeeved out. He literally couldn't make himself take another step into the room.